InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dance With Me, My Dear ❯ Monday, How I Loathe You ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, or any of the other characters associated with him in the manga or anime. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi...

Dance With Me, My Dear

Monday, How I Loathe You...

It was another Monday. With people coming and going, downing shots, taking bets, gulping drinks; dancing song after song: slow dance, fast dance, sensual dance. In a certain sense it was beautiful - passions were stoked, lost flames reunited. In a sense it was the end of a modern fairy tale.

At the same time, it was horrible.

For Kagome Higurashi this ballet of passion served only to remind her of her near future. A future that would be spent alone, forgotten, just another face in the crowd...after all, with all of the people she had met, only a certain few would want to love one such as her.

She was fortunate...her lover, he also, was fortunate. For this Monday would prove to be a turning point in both their lives, a moment that would bind two nameless souls together for eternity...

It would all start with a brief glance.

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A young woman, innocent of her seductive appearance, wiped a table just off of the dance floor. Bits of hair stuck to her face, the heat of the place making her sweat. She brushed the damp hair away impatiently and looked over at her best friend. Even now, she wasn't sure how they had become best friends, but she was grateful for it. She loved him, in a brotherly sense, and didn't know what she would do if she didn't have his lecherous attempts to make her smile.

“Miroku, what did you do now?” she asked in a scolding tone as she watched him rub his sore, red cheek.

“Well my dear friend, you know me,” he paused for a moment, as a lopsided grin crowned his face. “and you know that whenever I see a pretty lady, my hands seem to have minds of their own...”

The young lady laughed. “But Miroku, what will you do when you meet your match? I doubt she will approve of the minds your hands seem to take.” she said, her voice teasing.

Miroku's face grew solemn. “Well then it will be her wonderful bottom that I shall grope, no others. That is my vow.”

She laughed again. “That's a very good vow to have. I'll make sure I tell her if she sees you groping another woman.”

“Now, now Kagome.” Miroku chided, “Don't be mean.”

Kagome stuck out her tongue. “All right, I'll try.”

The boy beside her let out a fake sigh. “Kagome, you wound me.”

Kagome laughed and rolled her eyes. “C'mon, let's get back to the bar.”

Miroku followed Kagome as she walked towards the bar, his eyes happily straying to the people around him as beautiful women, coupled or uncoupled, danced. It was part of the reason why he had applied at a place like this - the women, that is. As unrespectable as it was, this bar was one of the most popular around. A hot spot for newborn adults, underage teenagers with fake id, the sophisticated as well as the youkai, it drew people from miles, even cities, to its loud music and intoxicating drinks. This was where he had hoped to find her. Someday, I will see her again...

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Stupid fucking Mondays...I hate them. They're just a waste of my time. A drink tipped, harsh and abrupt as the bitterness of the alcohol burned its way down the consumer's throat. As another one made its journey down, the consumer, a young man by all glances, frowned. He had not had a good day, and the colleague he was with was not making it any better.

“InuYasha, come dance.” a pretty young thing whispered into his ear, her hands latching onto his arm as her tequila breath assaulted his senses.

“Piss off, wench.” Confused at why she was being turned away, a disappointed, but uncaring frown slipped over the woman's intoxicated features as she let go of his arm and marched back onto the dance floor.

After seeing the woman disappear, InuYasha scanned the crowd for any sign of his colleague. Keh! Just like that wolf to ditch me once we get to a bar. It had taken his colleague the better part of the week to convince InuYasha to come to the bar with him, and in the end it had only been the wolf's jibe about his lost beloved that had tricked him into coming.

“Come on InuYasha, just come to the bar with me. How long has it been since you've had any fun?”

“Not long. I had fun today.” InuYasha said, hoping that the comment would get his 'friend' off his back.

“Oh yea? Doing what?”

InuYasha's eyes narrowed as he glared at the wolf. “Working.”

“Oh yea? You call giving help to ungrateful humans fun?” asked the wolf, snorting.

“Yes.” retorted InuYasha, a smug look on his handsome face.

“You're dumber then I thought dog-boy.”

“Keh! What's that supposed to mean?”

A spark came to life in the wolf's eyes as the proverbial light bulb lit over his head. “Kikyou would have gone, you know. She would have realized that there was no use pining over some ex-boyfriend.”

“Keh! Fine, whatever.”

And this was where it had landed him: friendless, lacking the love of his life to make him smile, unhappy, and utterly detesting his current companion. Stupid wolf, bringing Kikyou in like that. InuYasha groaned and swallowed another shot. He was never doing this again.

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Kagome sat at a table, her cloth, which had been drying slowly as she sat there, still in hand. She had managed to drag Miroku back to the bar after she had convinced a pretty lady to go order a drink. The things it took to get him to work... A heavy sigh escaped Kagome's red lips as her eyes flickered longingly over the dancers. She could feel the beat pounding in her ears, and she could feel the adrenaline start to course through her body like it had been just yesterday...

She shook her head, standing up as she started wiping the dry cloth over the table furiously. Her dancing career was over - and not of her own free will. It was the doctor's fault, all her doctor's fault... Kagome plopped back into the chair rather unceremoniously as tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes. Stupid condition... Kagome looked at the dancers one more time. It pained her to look on their fun, knowing that her life, what she had been born to do had been torn away from her before she had even experienced the thrill of performing for an audience. Maybe...just maybe...it wouldn't hurt to dance this one time...I won't do it again...

Miroku watched Kagome, a platonic concern settling in his blue eyes. Kagome was the little sister he had never had...if anything happened to her that he knew he could have prevented, he would never forgive himself. It would rest on his soul like a leech, slowly sucking away his happiness... but he knew that she needed to do this. Dancing had been everything to her.

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InuYasha looked around, the smell of wet salt drifting to his senses, luring him to the one who had caused it. Almost as though his senses were caught in a trap that he was unable to escape, his eyes were pulled to a girl. Not a girl...a woman... he realized as he took in the unseen curves of her body, her air of maturity, and the sleek, cat-like elegance that pounced on his senses. If only she would look up, let him see her face...

And to his surprise, she did.